. With Ethan Allen at Ticonderoga . sta tree and that is why Enoch had found suchdifficulty at first in seeing him. He wasnodding, half asleep, with his cap pulleddown over his eyes, so that only the merestoutline of his face was revealed. It was ap-parent that he had eaten his own supper, forthere were the indications of the meal uponthe ground; but it looked as though he ex-pected some other person to join him. Thewind began to moan in the tree-tops ; far awaythe mournful scream of the catamount brokethe silence again. The boy cast his gaze up-ward into the branches, feeling as though oneof
. With Ethan Allen at Ticonderoga . sta tree and that is why Enoch had found suchdifficulty at first in seeing him. He wasnodding, half asleep, with his cap pulleddown over his eyes, so that only the merestoutline of his face was revealed. It was ap-parent that he had eaten his own supper, forthere were the indications of the meal uponthe ground; but it looked as though he ex-pected some other person to join him. Thewind began to moan in the tree-tops ; far awaythe mournful scream of the catamount brokethe silence again. The boy cast his gaze up-ward into the branches, feeling as though oneof the terrible creatures, with which he hadengaged in so desperate a struggle that verymorning, was even then watching him fromthe foliage. And he was indeed being watched, and byeyes well nigh as keen as those of the wild-cat. While he stood behind the tree, all ofhalf a gun-shot from the camp, a figurestepped silently out of the shadows and stoodat his elbow before the startled lad realizedthat he was not alone. A vice-like hand 56. A HAND WAS PRESSED OVER His LIPS THT? PUBLIC LLBEARY AN» With Ethan Allen at Ticonderoga seized his arm so that he could not turn hisrifle upon this unexpected enemy. Before hecould cry out a second hand was pressedfirmly over his parted lips. No speak 1breathed a voice in Enoch Hardings ear. If speak, white boy die ! It was Crow Wing, the young Iroquois, andEnoch obeyed. He found himself forced rap-idly away from the campfire and when theywere out of ear-shot of the unconsciousstranger, and not until then, did the grasp ofthe Indian relax. What do you want withme ? Enoch demanded, in a whisper. Theother did not reply. He only pushed thewhite boy on until they came to the ford ofthe creek where Enoch and Siah Bolderwoodhad crossed early in the day. There CrowWing released him altogether and pointedsternly across the river. Your house—thatway ! he said. Go ! Who is that man back yonder? criedEnoch, angrily. You cant make me dowhat you say Crow Win
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